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July 14, 2015

How we can Accept our Imperfection

I’m not
perfect, are you? Realistic people would answer “No!” to that question. Here
are two truths about perfection:

It’s relative. One person’s definition of it might
not agree with someone else’s opinion. We all have our priorities. For
instance, one parent might expect her child to get all A’s in school while
another mother might be indifferent to academics. In this case, only one of
these people includes grades in her definition of excellence.

It’s a process, not a destination. Most of us learn and improve daily. Growth is
an ongoing battle for most of us. Reasonable people don’t think “Okay. I’m faultless
now. Nobody can teach me anything. All my goals and dreams have been
accomplished.”

There is always something to learn. New ambitions
take the place of old ones.

Imperfection is okay.

Whether we
admit it or not, we’re all on a learning curve. No human being is a finished
product. Life is in a constant state of flux. Physical and mental trauma happens.
Lifestyle changes come about for a variety of reasons.

Many
alterations leave their mark in our minds and our bodies. Some of these
transformations will be pleasant; some won’t. Yet, they all become a part of
us. They are an integral part of our being.

The Spectrum of Life

Today, I
would like to share a poem on the subject of human imperfection. My friend,
Shaheen Darr, has graciously allowed me to mention a poem from her book, The
Spectrum of Life:

My
Best Self

So
you want to see my best self

Polished
and preened, all defects painted over?

As
nice as pie, clear conscience, no hidden

cover?

I
hate to disappoint, but the penumbra in my

being

Hangs
like a haze lingers over crystal waters

Very
much as intended by nature

My
best self consists of a malleable mould

That
cannot be strong, without being weak

From
all things bad, it is the good it does seek.

A
voyage of human discovery

At
the conclude of which no earthly treasure

lies
in wait.

Just
twenty one grams, no more, no less in weight

Will
accolade the best of my life on this earth.

My
Conclusion

Human beings
aren’t static porcelain figurines. We’re similar to pliable clay in the hands of
the divine potter. Every experience and
relationship molds us into a stronger, more malleable work of beauty. It’s an
ongoing process. The beauty is in the process.